And is it so, once more, thou art returning?

Hast thou lost thy way, as once before?

I warned thee more than many times,

Thus would it be

I shall not be thy refuge once more



Thou makest me free, Then soon thou

Makest demands on me

And I am not thy love;

Thou workest in me slavery

But I shan't heed thee, as before

I prithee--do not ask for love once more



So go my way, and soon, I shall go likewise

And if thy path be high, then be mine low

Behold my footsteps in the sand, but follow not

For soon they shall be covered with snow



Thou makest me free, then soon thou

Makest demands on me

And I am not thy love;

Thou workest in me slavery

But I shan't heed thee, as before

I prithee--do not ask for love once more



I prithee--do not ask for love once more